Our second group-written mystery, just in time for holiday giving! Check here for updates and ordering information! Available on Amazon December 1 in both print and ebook formats.

AND… just until Christmas…Cozy Cat Press will donate $1.00 from every print copy of WHEEL OF DEATH sold to PETS FOR THE ELDERLY—our favorite charity! PETS FOR THE ELDERLY offers reduced cost pet adoptions to older adults (60+) as one solution to two current issues: unwanted and abandoned cats and dogs filling shelters; and loneliness and isolation in senior citizens. Thanks to PETS FOR THE ELDERLY, since their founding in 2002, more than 81,000 cat and dog adoptions have occurred and seniors have found new companions! To date, PFE works with 54 shelters in 34 states and plans to expand to all 50 states soon. So please help us help PETS FOR THE ELDERLY! Simply purchase one (or more) print copies of our new group-written mystery WHEEL OF DEATH before Dec. 25 and we will donate $1.00 from each copy sold to this wonderful organization!

Check them out at PETSFORTHEELDERLY.ORG

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AUTHOR OF THE WEEK

Glen Ebisch

December 16-22, 2018

Glen Ebisch is the author of The Black Dog, the latest in the Marcie and Amanda mystery series. A recently retired professor of philosophy, he has had a number of mysteries for young adults and adults published over the past twenty-five years. He currently resides with his wife in western Massachusetts where he practices yoga and writes mysteries.

Glen has a new mystery that will be out next year.

Read an excerpt from Glen Ebisch’s THE BLACK DOG:

As he started to turn to go back the way he had come, he saw a small black figure run out from the trees and head towards him. A black dog. He knew the story. He should, he’d already seen the dog twice. The first time nothing bad had happened. The second time he had returned home to find that his partner, Jeffrey Hunter, had committed suicide. The third time you saw the dog, legend said, it meant your own death. His heart pounding in terror, he quickly backed away from the creature that was eagerly running up the slope towards him as if happy to see him, its mouth open but not emitting a sound. Its feet seeming not to touch the ground. A ghostly dog, a sepulchral dog.

His back slammed into an outcropping of rock. To his right was the dog and to the left was the edge of the cliff. He prepared himself to turn, go around the rock, and run back down the mountain. Perhaps you can’t outrun death, he thought desperately, but what choice did he have.

As he readied himself to turn and run as he had never run before, a powerful force struck his right side, propelling him toward the cliff. Before he realized it he was off the mountain and falling into space.